Kill this weekend.
So this weekend gets a 1 out of 5. It's only a one because I didn't die.
***RANT***
Anyway... I've been having dreams that are really upsetting me and I want to get rid of them. Best option to get rid of them is to get drunk, because something significant changes when natured ethanol is surging through my veins. I digress... I worked Saturday and that was absolutely unbearable. I'm so tired of this no walkie shit at work, and the supervisors are all up my ass... whatever. The pay is pretty decent and it's really flexible; I shouldn't complain.
SO... I get off work and decide to go to NOLA to get plastered in the French Quarter. My accomplice was supposed to be Lynn and she had someone with her. I get to Montz and I get a call. "umm, I'm tired." DAMMIT. (It's okay now, I'm over it) So I couldn't go downtown and I was pretty pissed. I wouldn't have even left Red Stick if I knew that I was burning gas for no reason. Whatev.
I stop at Boomerang's and talk to the mom a bit. It was nice to see her, and I head to DHan. I called Jenn and knew that she was at the Boot. I decided to head out there just to get a drink. She got me a Cran and Vodka, which was all vodka (Thank you bartender). It was like Greek night there, and I felt really out of place, so I just drove back to Baton Rouge.
I get back really late (4-5am) and had to wake up earlyish to go to work, which I'm really beginning to loathe. This isn't a good thing, because I'll be working full time. I digress again... There's so many things that went wrong today. Didn't have a register; folded the kid's side like 3 times; shorthanded; felt like SHIT; and Jason fucked up one of my registers when I was cash handling.
I get home and still see the dishes I've been needing to do since like Wednesday... I swear I'll do it soon.
So... bad night, bad day.
***/RANT***
Alrighty. I get home and jump on the net. I'm still kinda crazyish, but a bit better, and having some issues. I'm contemplating doing something, but I know I'll look down upon myself after. It might be just one of those things that I need to do to get to the next level, but I still won't do it. Kristin says I should. Fuck her. (Heart ya Kris)
Oh, Kristin decides to go investigate the Huey P Fieldhouse and found a way to get in... really easy, at that. She goes up and decided to call everyone in BR that she knows to go with. We get one taker. We go up and took a video camera. Lynn got freaked and turned around right after we were up (a dog was barking). I go with her so she's not rape bait. Kristin and Dose explore a bit.
We're planning on returning, but this time during daylight. Bring it! I want to do this during the day.
Dead week is this week, and I've got a test on Cinco de Mayo. Saturday test! Wtf, Watkins. Then it's exam week. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail econ. I've sort of accepted it. Unless..... I actually study and get a better grade, and then with the Econ miracle curve, get a C.
Oh, and I forgot this! Bart and Taylor, from brinkpodcast.com, came to the store today and missed me by like 5 minutes! GRR! I'm going to have to invite them to dinner or coffee or something. I feel terrible that they come to see me, but never succeed.
It's 3 am. I need to prepare to sleep, meaning play on the net for another hour. Night.
***RANT***
Anyway... I've been having dreams that are really upsetting me and I want to get rid of them. Best option to get rid of them is to get drunk, because something significant changes when natured ethanol is surging through my veins. I digress... I worked Saturday and that was absolutely unbearable. I'm so tired of this no walkie shit at work, and the supervisors are all up my ass... whatever. The pay is pretty decent and it's really flexible; I shouldn't complain.
SO... I get off work and decide to go to NOLA to get plastered in the French Quarter. My accomplice was supposed to be Lynn and she had someone with her. I get to Montz and I get a call. "umm, I'm tired." DAMMIT. (It's okay now, I'm over it) So I couldn't go downtown and I was pretty pissed. I wouldn't have even left Red Stick if I knew that I was burning gas for no reason. Whatev.
I stop at Boomerang's and talk to the mom a bit. It was nice to see her, and I head to DHan. I called Jenn and knew that she was at the Boot. I decided to head out there just to get a drink. She got me a Cran and Vodka, which was all vodka (Thank you bartender). It was like Greek night there, and I felt really out of place, so I just drove back to Baton Rouge.
I get back really late (4-5am) and had to wake up earlyish to go to work, which I'm really beginning to loathe. This isn't a good thing, because I'll be working full time. I digress again... There's so many things that went wrong today. Didn't have a register; folded the kid's side like 3 times; shorthanded; felt like SHIT; and Jason fucked up one of my registers when I was cash handling.
I get home and still see the dishes I've been needing to do since like Wednesday... I swear I'll do it soon.
So... bad night, bad day.
***/RANT***
Alrighty. I get home and jump on the net. I'm still kinda crazyish, but a bit better, and having some issues. I'm contemplating doing something, but I know I'll look down upon myself after. It might be just one of those things that I need to do to get to the next level, but I still won't do it. Kristin says I should. Fuck her. (Heart ya Kris)
Oh, Kristin decides to go investigate the Huey P Fieldhouse and found a way to get in... really easy, at that. She goes up and decided to call everyone in BR that she knows to go with. We get one taker. We go up and took a video camera. Lynn got freaked and turned around right after we were up (a dog was barking). I go with her so she's not rape bait. Kristin and Dose explore a bit.
We're planning on returning, but this time during daylight. Bring it! I want to do this during the day.
Dead week is this week, and I've got a test on Cinco de Mayo. Saturday test! Wtf, Watkins. Then it's exam week. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail econ. I've sort of accepted it. Unless..... I actually study and get a better grade, and then with the Econ miracle curve, get a C.
Oh, and I forgot this! Bart and Taylor, from brinkpodcast.com, came to the store today and missed me by like 5 minutes! GRR! I'm going to have to invite them to dinner or coffee or something. I feel terrible that they come to see me, but never succeed.
It's 3 am. I need to prepare to sleep, meaning play on the net for another hour. Night.